Last week Yair and I went for a short hike in Huffaker Hills, a volcanic area and home to the Washoe people and other Native American tribes for over 1,500 years. About halfway through the hike, Yair was looking particularly cute and we decided that it was time for a short break.
Which brings me to the purpose of this post: Outdoor sex is – by far – the best sex. There’s the thrill of the spontaneity. There’s the rush of being with your partner while not being caught. And it is incredible to just lose yourself in feeling like a part of nature. (For those of you who are less sex-inclined or just aren’t in the mood when your partner is turned on, the incredible views of the mountains, fields, etc. are a pretty nice consolation prize.)
So if you’ve never had this fun and daring experience, give it a try. And for my Riverdale friends who are too overworked to leave the city, Fieldston and Palisade Avenue offer some fantastic and fairly secluded spots. So, get busy.
PS- Not you, Mom and Dad.
posted by ayo